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“Ehhhh,” I curled my lip. “My experience with the female persuasion isn’t favorable. I’d rather work.”
“You just haven’t been hanging with the right ones,” Stella offered, full of nineteen-year-old wisdom.
“I’ve got you and your Meme,” I said. “It’s all good.”
Stella poured her coffee from a ceramic mug into a traveler and put the cup in the sink.
“Please get another dish dirty,” I said.
“I’ll load the dishwasher when we get home,” Stella grinned. Then she went on, “They’d like you if you gave them a chance.”
And I knew exactly who she was talking about. “I’m glad you’ve got Cassie and Jenna. I’m happy there are some good women hanging around the club. But I can’t be there. There are some lines I don’t want to cross.”
“Because you still love dad,” Stella mused. “I don’t understand, Mom. He still loves you too. I can tell. Why can’t you be together?”
I put my own mug in the sink to join hers. Then I reached for her hand, “There’s an absolute ocean of water under the bridge that is me and your father.”
“But the bridge isn’t burned,” she said, wagging her brows.
I laughed, “Guess not. We’ve got you and Luck. There’ll always be a bridge.”
“Good,” Stella grinned. “Now, get rid of Brent. He’s a twat,” she said, heading for the front door.
“He kind of is, isn’t he?” I chuckled and hauled out the biggest baby gift I’d ever seen in my life.
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Stella
Stella held on to the seat belt for dear life as her mother careened through traffic.
“It’s only a couple of blocks, Mom.”
“I don’t want to be late,” Anna said, cutting through a yellow light.
“We’re not laaaaaaate,” Stella dragged out on another curve. “Don’t ever complain about Lucky’s driving again.”
Her mom was driving like a maniac, but Stella wasn’t surprised. She always went a little off the rails whenever they talked aboutthe divorce.
And that, even more than her mom’sbsrelationship with Brent, told her that there was much more to that story than she knew.
But it didn’t look like anyone else knew it either. Except her mom, and she wasn’t talking.
Anna slid to a stop at a red light, and her phone rang over the blue tooth in the car.
She hit the speaker button, and Layla’s voice filled the air.
“Change of venue, chicas,” Layla said.
“Cool,” Stella answered. “Where to?”
“Gabby tried to cook, and shit went south, so head over to the compound. Maybe we won’t all die of smoke inhalation,” Layla answered.
Stella watched her mother’s knuckles go white on the steering wheel.
“You don’t have to tell everything you know!” Gabby’s voice rose in the background.
“Mom?” Stella started. “You okay?”
